Crystal's One Night of Love
Chapter 244 Whose Child Is It
In the cloak of the night, nestled in the narrow alley, stood an age-worn dwelling.
Henry’s gaze was fixated on his younger sister, who he had doted on for many years. He examined her attire, plain to the point of austerity, and the crumbling structure that served as her shelter.
His eyes throbbed with a sting that could not be suppressed, and the fingers that clutched his cigarette trembled subtly.
Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he stepped inside the place and scanned around. “Where’s the kid?”
Melora was taken aback. “Has Crystal told you?”
Henry responded in a helpless tone, “Do you expect her to help you keep it a secret and watch as you continue living in this squalor? Whose child is it?”
Up until that moment, he was truly oblivious to the identity of the child’s father.
Melora wouldn’t let him in the room.
Henry extinguished his cigarette, exhaling the last puff of smoke. “Who is it?”
No matter who the father was, he wanted to beat him up so badly and break his teeth.
Melora blocked the door, pleading in a hushed voice, “Berthold and I are doing fine. Henry, I can support him on my own. Please don’t ask anymore!”
Henry’s eyes reddened.
He was but half a step away from her. With an outstretched arm, he pulled her to the side and entered the room.
The bedroom was of meager proportion, not even covering ten square meters.
An aged bed and a tiny desk housing several dozen magazines was all it contained.
Henry flicked through the trashy magazines, all showcasing Melora on the cover, the young lady of the Miller family.
He swallowed hard, making his way toward the old bed.
On it, lay a small child, slumbering peacefully.
His skin was fair, and he had a full head of dark brown hair.
Henry’s eyes turned bloodshot at the familiar eyes and unique hair color.
He no longer needed to ask Melora who the father was, as there was no need to do so anymore!
Henry whirled around, his eyes burning holes into his little sister.
Melora’s lips quivered, and her face contorted in distress as she pleaded, “Henry, don’t look for him! Don’t… I’ve broken up with him.”
Henry reached out, tenderly touching the little boy.
He paused and asked gently, “Him? Which him? Melora, tell me.”
Melora covered her mouth in shock.
It dawned on her that Henry must have realized who the father was.
Henry’s voice was dangerously low as he said, “When did you two become a thing? Do you understand what you’re doing? He’s at least ten years older than you. A man of his stature, in his forties and still unmarried, has had his share of meeting women from all walks of life, so why would he be attracted to a greenhorn like you?”
Melora was crushed.
She knew she had been punching above her weight.
Henry didn’t ask anymore. He took off his coat, put it on little Berthold, and gently lifted.
“Henry!” Melora clutched his arm, begging.
In the dim light, Henry’s expression was as calm as still water. “Either you come home with me now, or I call Alfred to pick you and your son up. You decide.”
Melora had no choice.
She packed some clothes and followed Henry.
they descended the
Henry with a hint of
his head, assuring gently, “I am your
relaxed, closing
placed the little boy into the child seat in his car,
the car, murmuring, “Could you not tell Mom and Dad
“You’re afraid now?”
and got in. He was infuriated and wanted to smoke. However, he refrained from
long silence, he gently stepped
later, the car slowly pulled into the mansion’s grand
hadn’t intended to disturb Crystal for she had her own worries. The sound of the opening. and closing of the door stirred her
the stairwell, she saw Henry holding Berthold, with
for a
sleep with Skyler tonight. You go and talk
Crystal nodded.
the staircase again, she opened the door
Henry entered, gingerly tucking the tiny boy
soft, or the day had
her eyes cracking open into slits before she rolled over, pulling Berthold close to her as if she was
were
felt his heart
Skyler’s head and patted Berthold. “This child takes after
taken aback, wore her
“You must have
out more vulgar
the children hear
a fierce glare, but
anger out on me,” she warned him boldly as she exited
the tense
grasped her hand. “Stay with Melora. I’ll head to the
agreed with
yet addressed. Yet, when faced with the situations at home, they instinctively leaned
am I to do? After all, I am Melora’s brother, and Crystal is
your brother’s Let’s freshen up
about to step out, Melora held
tidal wave of emotion
reassured, “You should have come
out in a soft voice,
go prepare something for us to eat. You
Melora nodded.
the snack. By the time everything was ready,
own cotton pajamas, the kind where the vibrant
Crystal noticed.
with a tremble in her voice,
sat down and
chatterbox who couldn’t stop talking like a print machine
kept her
Melora’s eyes were filled with tears. “Crystal, I’m scared. He couldn’t marry me back then,
could she dwell
the past two years, she had single-handedly raised their child, living
they were swept away by the
He
youthful radiance. Moreover,
“Your brother will, after all, need to vent his anger.
girl
in, Crystal went to see
heavy door of the study. The room was dim, save for a single
smoking. The ashtray before him was filled
the door behind her, walked to the window, and
“You’re smoking too much! Aren’t you
her in
Crystal voluntarily approached him, sat
the cigarette and
of Brundela back then, your uncle and Melora may not have had the chance to get together. Those days Alfred spent in the hospital must have been a breeding
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